-Perrito ✨-

5 min tutorial for trcelyne, hope it helps! 

His best quality: his hups

its 7 am and i havent slept yet

Another edit that took long. I love Furyhorns and his name is Sprinkles.

“But she’s a kittypet, and a kittypet is better off with her Twolegs.”- Violetpaw, Shattered Sky

Firestar’s ghost:

Watchmen (Moore & Gibbons) // 4.48 Psychosis (Kane)

I had a night in which everything was revealed to me. How can I speak again?

And while I was believing that you were different and that you maybe even felt the distress that sometimes flickered across your face and threatened to erupt, you were covering your arse too. Like every other stupid mortal cunt.

To my mind that’s a betrayal. And my mind is the subject of these bewildered fragments.

Nothing can extinguish my anger.

And nothing can restore my faith.

This is not a world in which I wish to live.

I sing without hope on the boundary.

Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?

the television talks

full of eyes

the spirits of sight

       and now I am so afraid

I’m seeing things

I’m hearing things

I don’t know who I am

- I’m going to make your life a living fucking hell I REFUSE I REFUSE I REFUSE LOOK AWAY FROM ME

- It’s all right.

- LOOK AWAY FROM ME

- It’s all right. I’m here. 

- Look away from me

Sanity is found at the centre of convulsion, where madness is scorched from the bisected soul.

I know myself.

I see myself.

of course I love you

you saved my life

I wish you hadn’t

I wish you hadn’t

I wish you’d left me alone

I know no sin

this is the sickness of becoming great

this vital need for which I would die

            to be loved

I’m dying for one who doesn’t care

I’m dying for one who doesn’t know

        you’re breaking me

I have no desire for death

no suicide ever had

watch me vanish

It is myself I have never met, whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind

       please open the curtains

Watchmen, Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons // 4.48 Psychosis, Sarah Kane

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